Thursday, March 13, 2014

Burmese Refugees: Save Your Kyats, It Might Not Be Worth It (Part 1)

For
the most part, migrating to the US has been a welcome blessing for a
multitude of Burmese refugees. Discovering the key to success they
assimilated, found a career and pursued the American Dream while giving
their children opportunities never afforded them in their homeland.
Unfortunately not all refugees share the euphoric bliss of liberation
migrating has brought. For them, America has been a living hell from the
moment of their arrival. All they dream of; is returning to their
beloved Burma. In disrepair; others chose suicide as the only other
option. Some refugees simply disappeared even before arriving in USA.

This tale is not about the hard working Burmese refugees,
immigrants and political exiles who found their place in this complex
society. This story is about the voiceless refugees who never
assimilated the intricate mores of American modern society for one
reason or another. It is also about the traffickers, shy larks and
opportunists who prey on their fellow countrymen and milk the US
taxpayer in the process. And, in some way, this is a memorial to the
countless innocent & trusting refugees who where sold into bondage
or murdered by traffickers & employers,………so they are not forgotten.There is a saying, ‘The grass is always greener on the other
side of the fence’ and for refugees the USA was ‘the other side of the
fence’, ‘the promised land’ filled with greener pastures and golden
opportunities. Sadly for a growing number of Burmese their field of
dreams is nothing more than an illusion; lies told by unscrupulous human
traffickers eager to take their money and in some cases the money of an
entire village. In more than one instance refugees came to America not
only to bring prosperity to their families but also to bring relief to
their impoverished village back home. The promise of great fortune meant the village would soon
have homes made of brick, not bamboo and possibly a new ox for the
communal farm. In knapsacks, the hopes and dreams of a people was on
their backs, bound for America. Maybe others would follow after their
‘ambassador’ was firmly situated in this new country. America, the land
of plenty where they will find their fortune and save their village
whence they landed in the good ole USA, hmm. Surely their countrymen
would show them the way to riches, a home, flat screen TV and a Lexus
because the roads are paved in gold in Amerika.Traffickers painted a picture of hope and promise that was
hard for impoverished villagers to ignore. All the traffickers needed
was 2 million kyats to whisk the fortunate villager off to America and
fortunes untold. The desperately needed cash would soon roll into the
jungle village and life would finally be good. Sadly some Burmese
refugees never made it to America for they were executed only miles from
their village and tossed in shallow graves in the dense jungle,
murdered for 2 million kyats. Others were betrayed then sold into
bondage, burgeoning sweatshops and brothels throughout Asia, and worked
to death. Thai fishing captains are notorious for murdering and dumping
Burmese crewmen in the sea simply so they don’t have to pay them.The fortunate ones who manage to arrive in Malaysia believe
they finally reached civilization and safety. They can hook up with one
of many NGO & religious organizations that ‘cater’ to refugees. And
finally, they will reach the UNHCR where officials will either verify or
issue a new nationality, tribal affiliation and birthday (1st of any month) that fits the criteria needed to qualify for ‘refugee status’, then it’s off to America. The harsh reality; upon arrival to Malaysia, writhe with
racial inequities, some refugees are subjugated because of their tribal
affiliation back in Burma. The bitter irony is the fact these persecuted
Burmese refugees are the hardest hit victims of genocide and tyranny
who escaped rape, torture and death, not the burgeoning numbers of
fraudsters side stepping immigration laws in Burma and the USA in favor
of the more lucrative ‘refugee status’ designation.The lucky ones who are tribally affiliated with one of the
well lubed bogus NGO/Religious groups would immediately enter training
to learn how to defraud the US government and acquire Social Security
Disability and Retirement Benefits. The excuse is usually a well
rehearsed mental condition from rape or other sensational traumatic
experience designed to garner sympathy from naive westerners. The list of American freebees delegated to the truly needy
refugee has become the bucket of gold at the end of the rainbow for
cunning and divisive immigrants. Immigration fraud is not isolated to
just Burma for this is a global scam and the US taxpayers are the
stooges footing the bill.Your Devil’s AdvocateBuffalohair

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